Love From Facebook

Chapter 5

When Nayla was still crying, Fahad actually smiled happily— indirectly, Nayla was also attracted by the love she offered, the girl had a taste in her heart, for Afsal.

Fahad took a glass of water and gave it to Nayla. When Nayla drank the water, she glanced at Fahad who was turning his face in the other direction.—agar Nayla did not see him smile. But unfortunately, Nayla was still able to see that smile.

Feeling annoyed with Fahad smiling to see him cry, Nayla landed a pinch in Afsal's stomach.

“Aaww!” pekik Fahad's.

“Why are you smiling like that? Am I funny?” pissed Nayla.

Fahad pulls Nayla's tiny nose in his arms. Makes Nayla grimace in pain.

“So you don't want to marry me because I'm a widower? But because I'm rich and educated?” asked Afsal who was answered nodding his head by Nayla.

Want you to be a widower many times, people will not be concerned about it either. Inner Nayla.

Yes, which woman rejects a handsome, educated man like Fahad. The status of the widower in his cage will not make anyone to retreat. But it's not Nayla ... Nayla felt compelled to step back, given the social differences between them. Where Fahad is a man with a fairly good social status, the education degree he holds .. makes Nayla feel very small in the eyes of Afsal.

“Udah, ah. I'm going to work.” Nayla stood up.

Quickly, Fahad's hand pulled Nayla's hand, stopping her steps.

“Wash your face first, Honey. If people see your puffy eyes, they must think I'm doing you,” Fahad said.

“Don't sneak, ih!” sulk Nayla.

”Who is cheating?” ask Fahad.

Not answering, Nayla immediately went into the bathroom. He patted her on the forehead many times, feeling embarrassed.

“Nayla Basars! Why did you try to use an all-crying event? He knows that I am also starting to like him,” grumbled Nayla.

Fahad escorts Nayla to the hotel lobby.

“You ride ojek again?” tanyakanya.

Nayla nodded. “Iya, why?” ask Nayla

“I take you.” Fahad holds Nayla by the hand, heading for the parking lot.

“What?!” Nayla was shocked, hearing what Fahad said, but strangely her footsteps continued to follow where Fahad took her.

“No, I don't want.” Nayla throws Fahad's hand as soon as they're standing next to the bike that Fahad rented.

“Udah, diem. Just to this workplace, not to the guarantee,” said Fahad while pairing a helmet on Nayla.

“Eh. Apaan, hell!” nayla Dengus. Fahad only responds with a smile, which fascinates Nayla.

MashayAllah. O Allah. Don't let that feeling grow.

Nayla was still silent, looking at Fahad who was already on the bike. What if everyone knew? What do you want to answer me? Ih, bummer, right!

“Come, Honey, you want me to ride on this bike?”

“Hah?” Nayla blinked her eyes many times. “Iya, I ride,” resigned Nayla.

“Handle.”

Fahad starts the engine, and Nayla shows him where he works.

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“Stop here,” Nayla told Fahad before the motor they drive gets closer to the restaurant.

“Why?” wonder Fahad.

“I go aja.”

Fahad did not heed Nayla's request. He kept pushing his motor.

“Stop here, Fahad, stop!” Nayla.

“Oke, it's up.” Fahad stopped his motorbike right in front of the restaurant entrance.

Nayla came down feeling annoyed, she looked around, afraid that anyone would see her. Duh. There's Sari. Inner Nayla as her two beads of eyes caught the figure of Sari who was also staring at her.

“Let me pick up. Don't ride the ojek again.”

“Neg. I can go home by myself,” Nayla said.

“Not there but. Don't come home before I pick up.”

Nayla clucked in annoyance. His eyebrows are linked to each other. “Serah.”

“Be careful, Darling.”

“Hemm,” Nayla said as she stepped foot to enter the restaurant.

Nayla started her work immediately. He swiftly cleaned the table, chair, and sweep.

“Nay!” Sari came, she nudged Nayla's arm with a teasing smile. Because, just this time he saw Nayla in the bonceng by a man—except the taxi driver and Andi—more, the man who drove Nayla was not an Indonesian man.

“What?” sahut Nayla without turning her eyes towards Sari.

“Who, Nay? Girlfriend, yes?” search Sari.

“Not, temen,” short Nayla. He chose to leave, continued his work and avoided Sari.

“Nayla ... Nayla.” Sari shook her head, watching her friend pass away.

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Arriving at the hotel, Fahad informs his family, especially the mother. That maybe he will be long in Indonesia—because Nayla has not said ‘iya’. The mother did not mind if Fahad will be in Indonesia for a long time.

Fahad's mother wanted to make amends when she betrothed his son to his first wife. Yes, because of the matchmaking. Fahad married the mother's choice. When Fahad had begun to fall in love with the woman who had become his wife, he was betrayed by the attitude of the wife who was more concerned with his career. Fahad's mother felt very sorry .. In the past, when looking for a mate for her son, she never asked Fahad first.

He himself set everything up because, arranged marriage is common in India, Fahad can not refuse even if he is not ready to marry.

When Fahad says that he is in love with a girl from Indonesia, Nayla .. the mother approves and hopes that Fahad will soon bring Nayla as his wife and daughter-in-law for him. Likewise with his two younger siblings, they were very happy when they found out Fahad was in love again. They are sure, Fahad will not be wrong to choose— and Nayla is the right sister-in-law for them. They hope to see Nayla soon. A simple girl who can make Fahad feel what love is, again.

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